Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-03-24

trembled when she heard them. The
time came when those same words rose
before them both like accusing spirits.
''Say yes to me, my Marguerite said
Lord Stair.
She looked into his face; her own eyes
were clear and unshadowed.
~ tell you quite frankly" she said,
''that do not love you, but l should
like the life you sketch for me.'
1.-The love will come. Only marry
me, Marguerite, the love will come.
will teach you. You must love me, be-
cause love you so passionately."
While the light died on the lily leaves,
and the birds fell fast asleep, he gave
her his first kiss, and then took her back
to her father.
CHAPTER VI.
''TEARs ON THE DIADEM."
The introduction OF the young Lady
Stair to the world of fashion was an
event not easily forgotten. Even
amongst the fairest women of England
face so perfectly exquisite had never
been seen. The course of true love in
this case had run most perfectly smooth.
When, after winning his fair yOurs love,
Lord Stair had taken her back to her
father, and told him that Marquette
had promised to be his wife, Cyril
Marine had not expressed much surprise,
The affairs of this world did not trouble
him much. He looked up from the
violin.
="You want to marry Marguerite,
Lord Stair? Why she is child-my
poor Daisy's little child"
''She is the fairest girl in England"
he replied, ''and want you to give her
to me for my wi'e."
81 think" was the grave reply, "that
IL would be much better to leave her
alone; she is but child"
II will make her the happiest woman
In the whole wide world" he said earn
estly, "If you will give her to mel"
"Marguerite," said the dreamy, troub-
led musician, do you want to go?"
al have promised, papa" she replied.
At those words Cyril Marine looked
up with awakened intrest,
"You have promised2" he said; ''then
the responsibility of deciding does not
rest on me?"
"we should be much happier with
your free concent," said Lord Stair,
Then he awoke in earnest to realities.
His face seemed to deepen in intensity;
his eyes grew brighter. lie looked from
one to the other-from the fair sweet
girl to the dark chivalrous man.
1.-The marriage is not equal" he said,
land | have been told that unequal
marriages are never happy ones"
"This is an equal marriage" said
Lord Stair, "Your daughter gives me
more than give her: she gives Inc her
rich dover of youth, beauty, and inno-
aansa. In at IN n las ua apnal -
but" said Cyril Marine, "you are
grestleN you have noble name, you
have great possessions. and my child has
nothing; there is no equality"
Trust her to me-" said Lord Stair.
"You shall see,''
Just at that nome Mt glorious strain
of Pergolesis rose from the next room,
where David Arson was seated at the
organ, a strain that seemed to 20 straight
to the dreaner's heart.
"Doyou love my daughter" he asked.
with all my heart" was the reply;
but Cyril Marine forgot to ask Mar
guerite If she loved him.
''After all" he said, "what does differ
ence ofrank matter? Love like art levels
all things"
''Then you give your consent? | may
marry Marguerite?'
The father, who had no life outside
his art, looked wistfullv at his child.
IL WISH" he said, "that her mother
had lived, she would have known so
much better than |. You will take care
of her, and be kind to her, Lord Stair?"
81 shall be far more likely to spoil her
than anything else," he replied, and on
that, the night of their betrothal, he
kissed again the sweet young face I'M
der the light of the moon.
"Am / surprised to hear it?" asked
David Arson, when he was told of the
news. mo, that am not. fla king
had come wooing Marguerite it would
not have surprised me-"
The news soon spread, and one of the
first to hear it was Mrs. Spar. She
came at once to the cottage and asked
Marguerite il it we're true.
81 may ask you questions" she said,
"for | nursed you," and Marguerite told
her.
Yes, it was quite true; i'm July she
was going to marry Lord Stair of Oak
cliffe.
'They tell me he is great lord" said
the old woman.
"Do you love him, my dear?"
Eyes" was the brief reply; but there
was no love-light in the beautiful eyes
as she spoke.
"May | look at your hands, my dear?"
she continued, and Marguerite, laugh
ingly. held them out to her. She scan
ned them closely. "This Is what saw. ~
she murmured to herself; but she said
no more.
SO, when the long sun-lghted DAYS of
July came, Lord Stair married his fair
young Marguerite. There was no dis
guise about this marriage, no mystery
The wedding was to take place at the
old church of st. Alpage, and every
poor person in Install was to profit by
1t. True, Lord Stairs only sister, the
Lady "'hamer Perth, hautily refused to
come. and Lord Stairs nearest relative,
the gay and handsome young captain,
was abroad; but he found friends
Cyril Marine was there, and the we'd
ding was pronounced to be one of the
prettiest ever seen.
Bride and bridegroom went away,
Cyail Marine returned to his beloved art,
the wonder and gossip all died away,
and Install regained its calm,
The great world rather enjoyed the
romance; the papers all spoke of Lord
Stairs fair young wife as being the
daughter OF n rising composer. "Art
makes everything lever' Nothing was
said OF known about the pianoforte
mandatory, and Lord Stair would not
have cared IL the whole world had
known IL.
He was wonderfully proud ofhis lovely
young wife. he took her to Paris and
to Rome; he lavished fortune on her.
and before the first year Of their welded
life was over she was 80 changed that